Кажется меня пора лечить... В таком домике... с мягкими стеночками... желтельком:)
С утра у меня в голове вертится крайне навязчивая песенка. Никак не могу от неё отделаться... К чему бы это?!

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on:

Glory, glory, alleluia! Glory, glory, alleluia!
Glory, glory, alleluia! His truth is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
His truth is marching on:

Glory, glory, alleluia! Glory, glory, alleluia!
Glory, glory, alleluia! His truth is marching on.